Quick Travel: Vicious Female Supporting Role Playing Project

Linlang slipped and drowned. When the news came back to Yunying Palace, there were different opinions.

Some people questioned:

How could Linlang suddenly go to such a remote place and just happen to lose his footing and drown?

For all the doubts, it would be too far-fetched to explain it by coincidence.

Especially on the day Linlang disappeared, someone came back to Yunying Palace soaked all over. Isn't it suspicious?

The questioning palace maid was quickly stopped.

Aunt Su scolded her severely: "Where do all these conspiracies and tricks come from? Do you have any objection to the judgment of the Imperial Preceptor?"

The palace maid bit her lip, still a little dissatisfied: "I don't know what means she used to deceive the Imperial Master..."

"Shut up!"

Aunt Su hated the fact that iron cannot become steel: "The Imperial Master can talk to the gods, how could he be deceived by others!"

It was clearly the Imperial Master's intention to conceal it.

"It's okay to say what you said today in front of me. When you go outside, you can't say a word. Do you hear me?"

The life of a palace maid is of little value in the eyes of nobles. If the Imperial Master wants to save her, Linlang will only slip and fall into the water.

Qiao Wu also knew this, twirling her hair and smiling: "The first time I met Xin Lian, I knew that the Imperial Master would like her."

It is a well-known secret that the Imperial Preceptor prefers beauties that scholars call gaudy. Just like herself, the Imperial Preceptor likes her somewhat.

But this love is entirely based on appearance, so ethereal that it can break at the touch of a finger.

Xiayu's mind was quick: "My Lady, since the Imperial Master is interested in her, why not send her to Fengtian Palace to serve her?"

Hearing this, Qiao Wu's smile faded.

"Where is Xin Lian? Does she want to go to Fengtian Palace?"

Xiayu disagreed: "That's the Imperial Master, why wouldn't Jiang Xinlian not want to go?"

Only a fool would not want the glory and wealth before him.

Qiao Wu clenched her palms tightly and remained silent.

At this moment, gentle footsteps came from outside the screen, and then a woman's soft voice came:

"Your Majesty, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake you requested has been delivered by your servant."

It was Jiang Xinlian's voice.

Qiao Wu responded: "Bring it over."

"Yes."

Jiang Xinlian was dressed in a pink palace maid uniform, placed the cakes on the small table, lowered her head and prepared to leave.

Qiao Wu stopped her: "Xin Lian, wait a minute, I have something to tell you."

She winked at Xiayu, who understood and opened her mouth to say something, but seeing her master's insistence, she swallowed her words and bowed to leave.

When there were only two people left in the main hall, Qiao Wu asked in a soft voice:

"Xin Lian, what is your impression of the Imperial Master?"

Jiang Xinlian blinked, with an innocent look on his face: "Master Imperial Master looks like an immortal, I dare not speak nonsense."

"Then," Qiao Wu hesitated again and again, but asked directly, "then are you willing to go to Fengtian Palace to serve the Imperial Master?"

"Miss?"

Jiang Xinlian seemed to be stunned. When she came to her senses, her face turned pale: "I, slave, slave..."

"Don't worry, it's just you and me now. If you have anything to say, just say it."

Qiao Wu comforted.

These words obviously calmed Jiang Xinlian's mood. She bit her lip and shook her head: "I don't want to go to Fengtian Palace."

"……yes?"

Qiao Wu's expression changed slightly: "That's the Imperial Master. If you follow him, you will have all the glory and wealth you could want. Even so, aren't you willing?"

"Although glory and wealth are great, I just want to be with the person I love and live an ordinary life."

"Even if it means living a poor life, as long as I am with the person I love, I am willing to do it."

Jiang Xinlian raised her eyes and looked at her with dark pupils: "Empress, can you understand?"

Delightful person...

Qiao Wu stared blankly at Jiang Xinlian kneeling in front of her, her thoughts seeming to have drifted back to many years ago.

The beautiful woman knelt in front of the hall and loudly refused: "The daughter of the people does not want to enter the palace, the daughter of the people only wants to be with Du Lang."

"After entering the palace, you will have countless glory and wealth, what are you dissatisfied with!"

"People's girls don't want glory and wealth, people's girls just want to be with the person they love!"

Memories overlapped, Qiao Wu turned her head and gently wiped the corners of her eyes: "I know, please go out."

Jiang Xinlian observed her expression, slightly curved her mouth, and softly excused herself.

*

As soon as Jiang Xinlian approached the place where the palace ladies were resting, she heard the laughter and laughter inside.

The palace maids who were embroidering in the courtyard were smiling and chatting while embroidering on their hands.

Jiang Xinlian walked quietly and did not disturb them. In addition, there were no outsiders here, so the maids became more courageous. She talked about the imperial master and mentioned several princes.

"I think the Imperial Master is more handsome and has a fairy aura. I don't dare to get close to him when I look at him."

"His Royal Highness Prince Jin often comes to the palace. I have seen him several times near Yunying Palace. He is also very handsome."

"Before I entered the palace, I saw His Royal Highness Prince Huai returning in triumph, and the whole city welcomed him. His Highness was riding on a high horse, with a heroic figure. He is worthy of being a noble man from heaven."

"Furthermore, His Royal Highness King Huai has a kind nature and rarely punishes the palace people. Everyone is happy to serve His Highness."

A palace maid who knew the situation had a strange look on her face when she heard this: "His Royal Highness, King Huai, is kind? Don't you know what His Highness did to the Qiong Clan in the past few years?"

The younger palace maid curiously asked: "What happened? I only know that His Highness Prince Huai defeated the Qiong Clan."

"That's where the problem lies!"

The palace maid looked around cautiously, and after making sure there were no outsiders, she lowered her voice and said, "Have any of you heard about the Qiong Clan prisoners of war?"

"Hey, it seems that I have never heard of how His Majesty arranged those Qiong tribes."

"That's because there are no prisoners of war at all. His Highness King Huai has wiped out the Qiong clan!"

Three years ago, there was a small tribe named Qiong on the border of Weiguo.

People of the Qiong tribe are born tall and powerful, with fierce temperaments and no fear of life or death.

The Qiong people are not good at farming and do not bother to farm. They believe that the border town of Weiguo not far away is the treasure land given to them by God.

Therefore, in those years, the Qiong tribe continued to harass them, even to the point of being blatant, and the people in the border towns could not bear it.

Until the imperial court couldn't bear it anymore and sent troops to teach the Qiong clan a lesson.

That group of Qiong people were born with brute force and were not good at fighting. It didn't take long before they were suppressed by Qi Jinchao.

At this time, surrendering to the Wei Kingdom was the only way to go, so when the old, weak, women and children of the Qiong tribe approached, the soldiers were defenseless.

Unexpectedly, those people who should not participate in battlefield killings actually had sharp knives hidden in their arms and stabbed the soldiers of the Patriotic Republic fiercely.

When Qi Jinchao arrived, the soldier who had been stabbed was dying, and the group was imprisoned.

The knife was coated with poison and there was no way to save it.

"You can go in peace, I will send someone to take care of your family."

Soldiers are fighting abroad, protecting their families and the country, and they are concerned about their families. It is this concern that makes them intolerant of these old, weak, women and young people, and they put down their guard.

The Qiong tribe people pointed at the dead soldiers and laughed: "Anyone who opposes the Qiong tribe will be punished by God and sent to hell!"

The surrounding soldiers showed resentment.

Qi Jin had heard this kind of thing a lot, and without any hesitation, he pulled out the sword from his waist and walked towards the group of Qiong tribe members.

He asked the nearest old man: "Are you willing to surrender to the Weiguo?"

"Bah! That bitch! We, the Qiong Clan, will never surrender..."

Before he finished speaking, the sharp sword swung his neck, blood spurted out three feet high, and the body fell to the ground with a "thud".

There were exclamations all around.

Qi Jinzhao raised his legs and stepped over his body, walking towards the next young woman: "Are you willing to surrender to the Wei Kingdom?"

"You're dreaming! The people of the Qiong tribe will never bow to you!"

She glared at him bitterly.

Qi Jinchao nodded, and the sword in his hand pierced her chest.

He patiently kept asking questions one by one until his blood boiled to the sky and there was no one left to kill.

The Qiong people believe in their gods loyally and believe that lying will cause them to be rejected by the gods, so no one surrenders.

If you don't surrender, you are a foreigner. If you are not of my race, your heart must be different. It is natural to kill them, so no one will survive.

Qi Jinchao's kindness is only to those he thinks should be treated kindly.